Letter to a friend

Hi my friend,

I guess I'm tired.
Or frightend perhaps,
maybe a bit of both.

I'm sorry to tell you that I'm scared for you.
I know why you are sad,
I know that it's hard to see you friend go to a ruff time,
it's hard to se a friend cry, I know
I always gets confused, paralysed,

scared.


Both you and I know thats it's hard to be like us, teenagers, that awful word.
We know that people drink, smoke, fuck, even when they are younger than us.

13, that magic number, the date were the self-destruction kicks in.

I shoud be worried to, if my firends grew up, the hard way.
I shoud be worried to about
suicied,
drinking,
smoking,
rape,
drugs.
and I'm, worried with you. You will always have me, i will help, I promise.

We are older, we can help them. And don't you dear to give in. Don't you dear try, just as them.
Don't you dear fall. We must be brave, for others.


And... You know that I'm painting a picture of you,
With forests around your heard and seas under your fingers.
I guess I thought it's would make you feel better.

All my love /// Sofia.









Poetry by Sofia
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Written on 2007-03-17 at 00:11

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